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"Hey—give me your hand. Don't you dare faint now. Save yourself."
A dwarf stretched out a calloused hand to the man half-buried beneath the rubble of a collapsed building. His companions waited behind him.
"My waist… It hurts…"
The unlucky victim had been pinned for hours. Only the wolf-keen senses of their druid had found him at all; no one else had guessed there was a survivor beneath this ruin.
Most of the townsfolk were too busy fleeing or mourning, and there were too few Nightfall faithful who had volunteered for the rescue operation.
Even among those nearby, though many answered the call of the Prayer Network, others simply turned away. Not everyone had kindness to spare.
"It doesn't hurt," the dwarf said with a crooked grin, splashing liquor across the man's face. "How could it? Your lower half's over there."
He pointed at the charred woodland. There, entombed in magma, lay a corpse: legs intact, upper body gone.
"Wha—?!"
The reek of spirits and the shock of the dwarf's words jarred the half-conscious man awake with a strangled cry. That was the chance they needed.
With a heave, the dwarf's two companions,...
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